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          Diann's Southern Dreams Blog

 summer recipes

8/5/2014

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I made homemade peach ice cream yesterday, (made with real heavy cream, eggs, stevia, and fresh peaches). Now I need to make my peach cobbler and add the ice cream on top of the warm cobbler. 

I remember on hot summer evenings in Nashville, AR the neighbors Mrs. Stone, Claude and Marion would bring out the old fashion ice cream maker and we'd all sit around and take turns turning the handle. Of course the fresh peaches had been picked off the peach trees growing in our yard.

You see it was an old wooden ice cream maker that most young people have never seen, the crank type that used rock salt, no not electric. Oh, it was so wonderful when the fresh churned ice cream would be dipped out of the wooden bucket and a small amount of salt would fall into it giving the sweet and salty taste. Of course I always begged to lick the ice cream off the paddle and would sit staring up at the stars and eat all the ice cream I wanted.



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